Post-Thanksgiving Stuff

Not to stretch out this holiday for days and days – oh, right; I just did.

Well, here’s a holiday surprise. I woke at my usual hour yesterday, 5:30AM. Fed the cat, started the water for coffee, booted the computer and, because it was Thanksgiving, turned on the little, desk TV to be ready for the Macy’s parade that would start at 6AM – 9AM eastern.

Did I miss something last year? Who thought it was a good idea to delay the west coast broadcast until 9AM my time? A recording after the parade is long finished. Isn’t part of the fun being there, even via TV, as it’s happening?

And when, three hours later, it finally began in my location, nobody at NBC thought to change the first voice-over at the top of the hour that announced, “LIVE from New York City…”

Bah! My first humbug of the season.

Nevertheless, I enjoyed the marching bands – I always do – and some of the production numbers from Broadway shows I’ll never see. But how had I not noticed before how many commercial balloons there are: The Pillsbury doughboy, the Aflac duck and others.

The rest of my day was as warm and comfy as it should be. The food and company were good, the fire was cozy and all was well. I hope the same was true for your day.

Today is kitchen cleanup and this afternoon, I’m going to the movies – J. Edgar is at my little, local theater.

This is a good time to thank you for being so generous with your compliments about this blog. Hardly a day goes by without a comment or email telling me how much you enjoy it. And it’s always a bit of a shock – a good one – to hear that TGB is among the first things some of you do each day.

It’s about eight years since I started this and there is not a chance I would have lasted this long without your comments, emails, suggestions, questions, arguments, discussions and all the rest you contribute. I look forward to it every day and because of you, this blog is what centers me and gives focus to life.

There is no way I can express how much I appreciate you. Thank you all so much.